Old Old Woodstock

Oh don't it get you

Get you when you're through

Feel the breezes blowing all around your coat

Oh don't it get you

When you gotta roam

Hear the children singing

'My Daddy's coming home'

Going down to old Woodstock

Feel the cool night breeze

Going down to old Woodstock

Going down to give my baby a squeeze

Going down to old Woodstock

Feel the cool night breeze

Going down to old Woodstock

Way behind the shady trees

Here I come a swaggering

Way on over the ridge

See the water flowing way beneath the bridge

And my woman's waiting

By the kitchen door

I'm driving along

In my old beat up car

Going down to old Woodstock

Feel the cool night breeze

Going down to old Woodstock

Give my child a squeeze

Going down to old Woodstock

To feel the cool night breeze

Going down to old Woodstock

Way behind the shady trees

Listen, oh don't it get you

Get you in your throat

Feel the breezes blowing

All around your coat

Lord don't it get you

When you're bound to roam

Hear your children sing

'My Daddy's coming home'

Going down to old Woodstock

To feel the cool night breeze

Going down to old Woodstock

Give my child a squeeze

Going down to old Woodstock

To feel the cool night breeze

Going down to old Woodstock

Way behind the shady trees

Going down to old Woodstock

To feel the cool night breeze

Going down to old Woodstock

Give my child a squeeze

Going down to old Woodstock

Way behind the shady trees

Way behind the shady trees

Way behind the shady trees